AUTUMN AND WINTER

Autumn

A thousand stories told of you —

mine is still to unfold.

Different eyes see you ablaze;

with mine, you set fire to my soul.

You change your clothes mid-day, mid-way,

and you will change again.

I dare not look away.

I call myself a summer girl —

sun and sand and seas galore —

but when you sneak in like my cat,

I can’t be sure anymore.

Or maybe you’re just one person

with multiple, intriguing facets.

You baited me with a sunny smile,

then lured me into your net.

This net of yours has pumpkin pie —

I never understood why.

I hate the taste,

yet here I am —

to be carved, and knifed, and spliced.

Though beauty comes in many forms,

yours remains unmatched in every way —

maybe it’s your unpredictable charm,

Or maybe you are –

like a woman scorned

Who would cut you to pieces

After inviting you to play

– Autumn (aka beautiful melancholy)

Winter

I cannot complete my seasonal fest

until I add Winter to the rest.

She won’t be nice,

she won’t be sweet —

rest assured,

she will make us weep.

Winter is that hateful bitch,

old as the hills

haggard as a witch.

She swears at you,

cigarette in hand;

you just take the blows,

thinking it’ll end soon.

Not quite — not quite.

That bitch won’t die.

She’ll blast your face

with one last cry.

While you stand there,

shivering in a pile of snow,

wondering why.

What is your problem,

you spiteful hag?

Didn’t you overstay,

(sans welcome),

with your dirty bag?

-Enough Already

-Curio Athena

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